This is a song about "Gold nixo"

Hand to hand in the cold

We them boys that glow without gold

My all gold rolly or the

You're fucking with me, nigga

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

Now momma told me be careful who you love

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Gold chains, watches and more,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Only seen family a few like gold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Our girls is the models

It's full of gold medals,

Cause everytime you come around

I'm getting gold leprechaun